again, for an ed, and suffering greatly no of food, I turned aside into a lane and sat does ,  least an informant. A pretty little ood at top of t, exquisitely neat and brilliantly blooming. I stopped at it.  business o approace door or touctering knocker? In  possibly be terest of tants of t do serve me? Yet I dretired young  be expected from a  and fainting frame—a voice cering—I asked if a servant ed here?

    “No,” said s keep a servant.”

    “Can you tell me  of any kind?” I continued. “I am a stranger,  acquaintance in t some ter w.”

    But it  o to seek a place for me: besides, in ful must er, position, tale. Sion,” and te door closed, quite gently and civilly: but it s me out. If s open a little longer, I believe I s low.

    I could not bear to return to t of aid e to a  far off, o offer inviting ser; but I ure’s cravings, instinct kept me roaming round abodes ude—rest no rest— wure, alons in my side.

    I dreo ask—no rigo expect interest in my isolated lot. Meantime, ternoon advanced,  and starving dog. In crossing a field, I saened to. Near tood a  t  strangers , sometimes apply to troduction and aid. It is tion to  least o o  to seek counsel rengt tche parsonage?

    “Yes.”

    “as the clergyman in?”

    “No.”

    “ould he be in soon?”

    “No, he was gone from home.”

    “to a distance?”

    “Not so far— Marsay tnight longer.”

    “as the house?”

    “Nay, t but  bear to ask t of  beg; and again I crawled away.

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